An Accidental Guardian of The Queen: A Quantum Wormhole Adventure

I was kneeling on one knee, Terminator-style, like in that scene where he first arrives in 1984. Very much like that, actually. There were no flashes of lightning or anything like that. But there had been a lot of wind the moment before. Unlike a moment before, I wasn’t alone, and I wasn’t in my hotel room overlooking the ocean.

Scattered around me were the bodies of twenty men. At the front of the large stone room were four more men, very much alive, and a woman screaming.

Rushing at them, I reached them just as one of the men was about to strike the woman in the face. In that instant, all of the restraints of normal training sessions were lifted, and all the rules of the dojo left me. Normally, I would bow to a sparring opponent, and we would promise to try not to hurt each other. Normally, there weren’t four men about to hit a woman in the face.